Aftab Alam

Ask Poem by Aftab Alam

Brewed wine, ingredient from the societyI drank and broken the rest of my graveyardAlive I am, restlessness: a joy giver, a bardCaring whole worlds: the grief and anxiety.

My thought, still you are in burning bricksI don't dare to put you out, in a solid phaseWhat stops me! fear, fright or life; what? Wine up to brim, through tongue it drips,

Willing not to die but to take heat from the allStrengthen me! As I promised peace for allI will go high to see, all, from the above starIn thy sweet dream, I will sneak being so far.

O death how much clothes do you have to cover? O fear from where thou come and over us hover? O My lost vision! Can't you capture, can't you seeO life! ye the victim of time! O guest! I love thee.

All intoxicated with the race: caste creed and religionCome to me, I will offer you drink of my relationUntie the tongue knotted with intestine and ask? Their reply, ' give me water and food ‘and nothing- ask?